Room 103
I felt like my old self: the hungry, needy, slutty self that craved a man’s cock. More than that though – I craved a MAN. And “BuiltDadTop1” was that man that now occupied every waking thought, and uncontrollably, every horny dream. The honest to God 6’3” 250-pound blue collar muscled man that just railed my ass in the backseat of his car last week, leaving me aching for more.
I found myself online the following night, after he had pumped his load in me, hopeful that my “Dad” would be there too. He wasn’t, but I sent him a message anyway.
Still thinking about your car. Your lips. Your body. Your cock. Your cum. I want more Dad. Lots more.
I replayed the scene in the car over and over again for the next two days, constantly checking online whenever I could to see if he messaged me back.
After three days I sent another message when I hadn’t heard.
Hoping you’re serious about this weekend. I’m ready. I want to see how strong you are. I already need another round with you. Message me when you can Dad. Your baby boy awaits desperately.
The entire week I seemed shaky, nervous, trying NOT to focus on him but unable to. I had seriously missed the feel of a man, groping me just as much as I was groping him. I had played the part of the boy many times before, with equally big men claiming to be my Daddy, but this Dad, without knowing too much about him, was hitting all my buttons.
But I knew nothing about “BuiltDadTop1” or Jeff, if that was really his name. I didn’t even notice a wedding ring on his finger. A man that hot had to be spoken for. Maybe that’s why the allure was there: no complications, no unnecessary information, no feelings. This was about pure, sexual lust, and if he wanted a boy, I was more than ready to be his, even if I was technically 28.
That night when I got home from work, I was happy it was Friday but equally disappointed that I hadn’t heard from my BuiltDadTop1 man yet. I finally sat down with my laptop with a second glass of wine, feeling a bit looser and relaxed, and horny. Allie took a long bath after her week at work and went to bed with a book, telling me she was exhausted. Duly noted, so I found my horny self online.
And finally, there was a message from “BuiltDadTop1” waiting for me in my inbox.
Baby boy, you have been on my mind all fuckin’ week. Dad’s cock is still throbbing for that sweet warm boy pussy of yours. Didn’t get enough of Dad’s big dick and juice, eh? I know I didn’t get enough of that sweet hole. We need to get a hotel room for sure and I’ll show you just how strong I can be. You want your big Dad to fuck you all over the room? Just you wait baby boy: the car was nothing. You think your little hole can take the pounding Dad is gonna give you? I’ll try to be online tonight. Message me and we can figure out when I’m going to breed you again.
I was hard, and now very horny, and noticed that he was marked as being online. He was here, online, now just like he said he would be.
I found the chat feature and quickly typed in a message.
Hey Dad. It’s your baby boy. I’m online, right now too. Just read your message, so send me a chat. I’m here.
I waited, sipping my wine, before I noticed the “BuildDadTop1 is typing…” message and grabbed my bulge through my pj bottoms.
Fuckin’ sweet baby boy. I’ve been waiting for you.
I smiled, my heart doing backflips.
I’ve been waiting all week for you Dad. I typed back.
Wish you were here right now, taking care of me. Dad is rock hard for you baby.
That was followed by a pic of his cock again, that manly, meaty cock I just worshipped and rode last week, his thumb at the base.
He sent another message before I had the change to respond.
I’ve been slowly stroking my cock, remembering what it felt like to have your sweet lips wrapped around it. You decide which lips I mean. You free Sunday night for me to fuck you again?
I typed back a quick YES before I added a second message.
Name the time and place and I will be there for you Dad.
I watched the flashing “BuiltDadTop1 is typing…” message as I took anther swig of wine, refusing to take out my cock. I wanted to build a huge load for this man when we hooked up again.
That’s my boy, desperate for Dad’s cock. Sunday night then. 7pm. Motel 6 on the Service Road. I’ll send you the room number when I get there. Wear a jock. If you don’t have one, buy one. Dad wants to see his boy in it. Wants to eat that sweet hole in it. Wants to fuck his baby boy all over the room in it. Gonna feed you multiple loads. Plan to be there for hours. Save your load for me.
He was already thinking like me because I didn’t want to jerk off till I saw him. Hours huh? I thought. I grinned and typed back.
I have a black Under Armour jock that I will wear for you Dad. Why don’t you answer the door in a pair of pj bottoms or sweat pants and a tank top. Be barefoot. And hard for me.
I finished the glass, waiting, wondering if I was suddenly being too forward as I didn’t see him responding as quickly as he usually did. Maybe I shouldn’t be so demanding, if this kind of man obviously liked being in charge. I waited another minute or so, my cock aching to be touched and grabbed, until I finally noticed the “BuiltDadTop1 is typing…” message appearing at the chat window.
My heart thumped as I watched the screen, waiting for his message as I tried to mentally figure out just how long I could swing a Sunday night evening out. Maybe Allie could visit her parents. Or go out with one of her girlfriends from work. As I considered more options, the message popped up:
Dad likes to see his baby boy happy. For you, I’ll be dressed just as you want. But know that sweet boy pussy will be mine all night long. Mine to kiss. Lick. Spank. Tease. Taste. Fuck. Again and again. Dad’s going to show you just how much stamina he has. Hope I don’t break you in two. Be ready boy. See you on Sunday.
I typed back right away.
I’ll be a good boy for you Dad. Send me the room number as soon as you know and I’ll be there for 7pm. Jock on. And more than ready to take what you can give.
There was another long pause, and I started to get antsy again, taking my empty glass to the kitchen, fiddling with work shit as I kept my chat window open. I even had to take a piss once I calmed down, and returned to see the final message of the night from him.
You’ll take it alright. And if you’re a naughty boy, Dad will just have to spank you. Hope you can take multiple poundings. See you soon baby boy. xo.
He signed off with an “xo” which made me smile. So I replied back with a simple: I can’t wait Dad. xoxo.
And now I had to figure out how to make it to Sunday evening.
It turned out, Allie had dinner out with one of her friends, and said she’d stop into her parents afterwards, giving me LOTS of free time on Sunday rather than staying home alone on my own. If I knew more about “BuiltDadTop1” I might have even invited him over to my house, but that was a line I wasn’t sure I wanted to cross just yet. At only 28 and only married for over a year now, I was hardly ready to really test those boundaries.
The Motel 6 was only a fifteen-minute drive from where I lived thankfully, so I was hoping that I’d get the message before I had to take off. I was showered, prepped and ready by 6:30pm, wearing my black jock underneath my jeans, with a white undershirt and a short sleeved casual buttoned down collared shirt over top, loose and open, for easier access to remove. I was barefoot, planning on sliding into my flip flops once I knew which room I was going.
When I checked my laptop screen at 6:30pm, there was a message waiting for me from “BuiltDadTop1” in my inbox. It simply said:
ROOM 103. Get that hot little boy pussy over here NOW.
I hit respond, and sent him a quick message back.
Got it. On my way Dad.
I didn’t wait to see if he got the message, or if he’d message back, I just finished getting ready and hurried out to my car.
Traffic was light, the night was cool, and the Motel 6 was a building I passed every day on my way to work, without really taking notice of it, so I knew where to go. I pulled into the back parking lot, looking at the number of vehicles in it, looking for the Toyota RAV4 that I was fucked in just last week, but didn’t see it. I hoped I didn’t have the wrong place.
With a confidence I didn’t know I had, I walked through the front doors and headed down the first-floor corridor, following the signs to the rooms, until I was standing outside the door marked 103 at exactly two minutes before 7pm and knocked, feeling my own heart pounding in my chest.
The door opened slightly, shadowed in darkness, one big barefoot appeared in a body hugging tight grey pair of bottoms around the ankle. The size of him already made me gasp as I saw his outline, and then that low voice came out.
“Come in boy,” and he opened the door wide enough for me to step in.
I smelled him right away, the cologne, the soap, HIM as he shut the door. I barely registered him in the grey bottoms and white tank top that clung to his body, outlining every muscle on him when his body moved to mine, pushing me back up against the closed door and his head bent to find mine.
That kiss made me fully erect immediately, if I wasn’t hard enough already, as his hands went under my arms, hoisting me upwards, lifting me off the ground as his body pressed me to the door, pinning me under his hips as his tongue invaded my mouth. My legs simply wrapped around him rather than dangle, and my hands went to his head, kissing him back like two long lost lovers reunited again at last.
He stopped, the bottom of my ass feeling his dick poking up at me through his thin bottoms and through my jeans, when I saw his smile, his dark brown eye wide, flicking back and forth from my left one to my right one quickly, his nose barely touching mine as he held me up in the air, my back against the hotel door.
“I could fuck you right here, right now.” He groaned, letting his eyes trail down me squished between his huge frame and the hard door behind me.
“We have all night.” I groaned back, letting my hands slide down his thick neck, the short-cropped dark hair on his skull to his rounded shoulders on display for me in his tight-fitting tank top. I could see the fine dark hairs across the upper part of his pecs, the size of his biceps as he held me up, and the feel of his crotch as he grinded it into me.
“Do we? Well then, you’re in for it now.” He grinned, then attacked my mouth again, kissing me with a wet, spit exchange of hungry bliss until I felt the world spinning and realized that he was carrying me into the room, towards the bed, never once breaking our mouth connection.
And with an easy toss, I was on the bed, landing on my ass, as I looked at him standing at the bottom of the bed. His grey pants were of that thin bedtime material, and they outlined the shape of his lower body as if he had them painted on. The curve of his hips, the expanse of his thighs, the shape of his calves and ankles now there for me to see, rather than the darkness of the car. And his erection was prevalent, the shape of his cock outlined, sticking up to the right, aching to be freed.
“Holy fuckin’ hell.” I breathed out, letting my eyes rake upwards to his torso, and his white tank equally pasted to his upper body. His pecs were two round solid pieces of granite with his nipples hard and pointed out under the tight shit. His abs were so flat and his shirt so tight on him that I could see the ripple of his 6 pack. And his arms, bare, exposed, dark thin hair across two powerful forearms just below the biggest and roundest biceps I’ve ever seen made me lick my lips. I’ve seen a lot of powerful men in my days, but this man was the epitome of a muscular, masculine man.
Who the fuck was this guy? I thought to myself as I looked back up to his face. His beard was coming in, scratchy from the kiss, his solid nose set perfectly against those dark eyes that were staring at me.
He just grunted, and knelt on the bed, grabbing my feet and pulling my flip flops off quickly before he yanked me down and quickly flicked open my jeans, pulling them off my legs and flipping me over.
“Look at this sight, my baby boy in his jock just like he was told.” He growled, grabbing a handful of my right cheek. Then his hands went to my waist, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me backwards towards him, lifting my ass up, pushing the line of material in the middle of my ass sideways so his face could find the centre of my cheeks. And then he buried his face into my butt.
I moaned as I felt that tongue slide out, felt a hum move through me as he moaned in between the crack of my ass, and then wiggled his face vigorously between the mounds of flesh as he tasted me.
He pulled back with a loud groan and gave my skin a quick THWACK with a hand as I looked over my shoulder. “Fuck boy you taste so fuckin’ good. Dad’s gonna feast on this sweet boy pussy first. Take your shirt off, NOW.” He ordered, and I did, fast, as he dove back in, spitting in between my cheeks and sliding that tongue into my puckered hole, making me collapse onto the bed face down as soon as I was free of my collared shirt and tee.
“Fuck yes Dad!” I moaned into the sheet. The bed was made, the only bed in the room, but soon enough the cover was askew as I grabbed at it, writhing as the big man behind me slurped and sucked at my ass.
I felt a finger, sliding in easily, then two as I heard him growling like a bear behind me. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling at himself, my ass up and being poked and prodded with his thick fingers, before his face disappeared again, his wide tongue licking the area first, before he began to tongue fuck me.
I moaned louder than ever, pushing myself up onto my hands as I felt my body shivering at the scruffy face against my cheeks, and the groans filling my behind. I’ve never been treated to this kind of rimming before in my life, from a man who enjoyed it, and knew what he was doing. I felt like I could cum from just this attention and feeding.
I was whimpering, feeling like my face was going numb at the sensations of his talented man behind me. He was an expert alright, and enjoyed what he was doing as much as I enjoyed what he was doing.
“Holy fuck Dad, that feels so good.” I moaned out, pushing my arms out and sliding my entire upper body down on the bed.
“Dad’s gonna make you feel even better baby boy.” I felt the cool air behind me and glanced over my shoulder once again to see him standing up, pulling the waistband of his skin tight grey bottoms up and over his erect cock, that big heavy slab of Dad meat and knelt back on the bed, lining himself up.
“Buckle up baby. Dad’s gonna fuck you now in your jock.” He didn’t use his hands to guide himself in other than holding the strip of my jock sideways so he could aim his cock using his hips to find my hole. I felt the pressure of my spit-soaked entrance as my dick remained trapped in the pouch of my jockstrap. His hands moved to my back, one hand gliding down me by his fingertips as his other hand rubbed my left butt cheek. And then he pushed himself into me with one single thrust and a gruff grunt, holding me by the waistband of my Under Armor jock.
“FUCK!” I moaned, gritting my teeth and adjusting to the sudden invasion. Thank God I prepped, and he got me so loose I felt like an open book for him. The pain was momentary, and the thrill of him inside me filled me once again. I glanced over my shoulder at the man, in his white tank, his grey bottoms pushed down and stretched around his huge thighs, with his sexy grin as he started to fuck me.
There was nothing romantic about this entrance. Just a dirty look from his 5 o’clock shadowed face and the constant hip action of this powerhouse of a man ramming into me. I took it like the champ I was, grinning back at him, until his one hand reached over and grabbed my hair and pulled my head up backwards to fuck me harder.
I grunted and took it.
“You like Dad’s big cock pounding your little hole don’t you?” He gritted through his teeth, bending towards me. I just groaned, and let out a very breathless “YES!” as he kept up his antics.
I was ready for round one, enjoying the feeling of him inside me even more than I did in his car.
Then he shoved into me so hard I let out a sudden sharp sound and felt his body wrap around me, one arm around my upper body as he yanked my head right back up against his cheek. His hot breath was in my ear, panting, holding me still as we both paused.
I grabbed his arm around me and reached behind me to hold his neck as his hot breath panted against my cheek. I could feel his cock throbbing in me as my walls tightened. I held my breath as I heard his words at my ear.
“I am going to fuck you all over this room tonight. You ready for Dad to OWN THIS HOLE?” His voice was deep, seeping through me, my body suddenly shaking as he gripped me so tight. Fuck, this man was strong, I thought as I turned my face to his, where his lips found mine in a hungry kiss.
“I’m ready.” I admitted.
He took me by the wrists and twisted my arms behind my back, locking his own arms in me like a wrestler, pinning my back to him as if I was handcuffed. Then he pulled me back again, the pressure against my arms forcing me upright against his hard body, his mouth at my ear again.
“Dad’s gonna breed this ass now, and coat it full of my boys so your little boy pussy is nice and wet for the rest of the cum I’m gonna dump in there tonight.” He whispered into my mouth as my body shuddered in his grip. I could feel his cock pulsing, flexing, as his big arms gripped me tighter, pulling my shoulders backwards, his tongue sliding out of his mouth to lick my cheek suddenly as he breathed on me. “Dad’s been saving up for his.”
I heard him sigh, and when I strained my head sideways his mouth covered mine again, devouring me as he gyrated ever so slightly into me deeper and my body responded even more, shaking uncontrollably in this grip as he moaned out.
“Take it baby boy. Dad’s gonna fill you up right now.” His voice was more frantic, out of control. He squeezed me tighter, pulling my arms back I thought they’d pop right out of the sockets. I started to shudder, and then he did too, both of us trying to kiss as we moaned. My body felt warm, safe in his arms even though he had me with my arms trapped behind me. And with a louder grunt, he fucked his cock up into me, thrusting hard as he pulled back on me, feeling the warmth seep in me, until his grip lessened, and I felt him relax.
I panted out, free from his arms and falling forward onto the bed, on my hands palm down on the sheets, feeling my own need to free my confined dick in the pouch of my jockstrap as I felt him slowly pulling back, removing himself from me, leaving me a quivering, shaky mound of muscle before him.
“I want more already.” I whispered out as his big hands slid down my legs as he moved off the bed. I watched him, step back, his cock shiny and hard, bobbing as he moved. He bent down to shove the tight grey bottoms down to his bare feet. I couldn’t help but stare at his curved legs, as he stepped out of his pants, or the way his torso elongated as he pulled his tank top off his head and tossed it to the sides.
I waited, breathless as he moved his now naked, amazing body around the side of the bed and knelt down in front of me, sliding his 6’3” 250 pound body to the middle of the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and held his cock up to near my head.
“Then you better get that hot mouth over here and suck Dad’s dick so he’s ready to give it to you again baby boy.” He reached out to my neck and pulled me up to his waist, and then down to his cock.
I hungrily opened my mouth wide to take the still thick cock deep, tasting his cum and my own ass all the way down to his trimmed pubes as he held me against his body.
“That’s a good boy.” He groaned as I felt his other hand slide down my back and under the waistband of my jock.
Because I couldn’t wait to see how many more times, and how many different positions, this BuiltDadTop1 was going to fuck me in this room tonight.
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